Rittz is Full of It

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I first saw Rittz a couple years back at Lenny's (RIP). It was one of those hip hop showcases with more acts on the bill than there was standing room in the club, and I was having trouble keeping up with who was who. Most everyone was there for the evening's headliner, Yelawolf, who at the time boasted an impressive legion of fans, leaned a little towards the rap-rock side, and was a few years short of a Shady Records/Interscope contract. In between various dj sets and a stage over-crowded with hype men and hangers-on popped up a remarkably talented lyricist, with eyes as red as his beanie-crowned frizzy hair. That night, Rittz had slipped into an easy, borderline lazy, stage demeanor, an even compliment to his spit-fire delivery. On Atlanta's eastside, where most residents view the perimeter as some sort of modern day Mason Dixon of coolness, Rittz was claiming Gwinnett County to the fullness (he calls himself Mr. 770). I remember going home to look him up online, impressed by the performance and intrigued by a guy who claimed to be a martian even before Lil Wayne made it unpopular to be a human being.
These days, Rittz is getting ready to drop a new mixtape, White Jesus. I'm not sure if that's a response to that Wesley Snipes TV special or not, but if the tape features more tracks like the DJ Burn One & KD-produced Full of Shit then I'm definitely in. It's almost hard to tell Rittz and guest star Yelawolf apart, and CL fave Big K.R.I.T.'s verse fits perfectly in between their double-time odes to womanizing and Pimp C (RIP)-influenced chorus. Listen below (courtesy BlvdSt.com).